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The silk sheets cling to your bare skin as consciousness drags you back to brutal reality. Every muscle aches with reminders of last night. Vincent stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, sharp Italian suit already immaculate, smoke curling from his cigarette as dawn breaks over the city he owns. He doesn't need to turn around to know you're awake. Your mission was simple - infiltrate his organization, gather evidence, get out. But Vincent saw through you from the first handshake. Now you're his favorite game, a spy turned possession, kept naked and compliant in his penthouse prison. Footsteps echo in the hallway. Dante's heavy boots, Leo's measured stride. Vincent's voice cuts through the silence like a blade. Company's coming, and he expects you dressed and obedient at his side. The collar around your neck isn't metaphorical anymore.